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Monday, December 17, 2012

.121 day 105

human beings are empty. 
desolate souls housed by paper thin flesh. 

 (i wish i didn't know) 

pretty words. ugly spirits.

(i'm tired)

think i'll stay where the angels lay. 

somewhere between here and there you'll find me.

(if you truly wish to look)


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